Or choke with the death-thraw.”
Quo’ she, “To marry our daughter Meg
More wiselike would it be,
Than kill the hope of an old, old House
And strap him to the tree.”
Quo’ he, “If I were in his place,
I would refuse I ween,
And die a death upon the tree,
Than wed what I’d ne’er seen.
“Go ye, and tell our daughter Meg,